I have documented my daily life in poetry for over fifty years. It is only now that my knowledge of technology has met my ability to pursue this medium. It is all too overwhelming as I approach 60 years of age in an instant. Enjoy the ride and put your seat belt on...I am starting from now!
To see an earlier decade, the link is:
http://www.pioneernet.net/doge/index.htm

Friday, February 25, 2011

Bluegrass Left on the Greyhound Bus

The Old Time Fiddler’s rallied us, Strumming their ballads in the street…You put our love to music,Making new heartbreaks seem upbeat.

We danced on skates to the music, Played in an empty downtown garage,George Jones echoing over Stockton,From a third floor idling Dodge.

I often wonder what went wrongReflecting on those long past days;Comfortably in a world removed,Yet still missing your subtle ways.

Every song you wrote for me,Left with you on the Greyhound bus,Guy Clark lived a similar day,(He wrote:)“Sometimes the songs write us”...... amen

2 comments:

Everybody loves the songs that were popular when they were young. Do you remember that old song Roy Clark (I think was his name) wrote. It was called "Thank God in greyhound she's gone". I guess the bus made me think of it.